Half told stories~

Today’s dwellings are in and around time. Stories of our lives follow a time line running through today between yesterday and tomorrow. As much as we want to touch and be in tomorrow it is always out of reach today. And so is every story incomplete because time carries it through to tomorrow. The human story never really ends does it?

Day 31 of 365

Images taken on New York bridges

Dreaming of a better tomorrow~

We can sometimes as humans feel the weight of the world as events unfold around us, shudder at the uncertainty, fear the onset of darker days on this planet, but despite it all, hope lives. Even when just a tiny spark of well-being pushes us on to defy the darkness with light, the dream of a better tomorrow never dies.

Day 30 of 365

Image taken on the Brooklyn Bridge, New York

Day 20~ November 20th~ New York

acculturation

In the big city you metamorphose to a city dweller as a first rule for survival. You wear your hard armor, your “I don’t give a damn” face and your “I own this place” walk to avoid the city from churning you and spitting you out. I always loved watching people sleep in the subway because I got to see their soft side, their human side.

Day 19~ November 19th~ New York

pearl necklaces

Some experiences remain etched in our minds not because of their importance, but sometimes because of their simplicity. I was riding the roosevelt island tram one evening (you know this strange red cable car that crosses over at 60th street to the island), and next to me sat a beautiful old lady in her 70’s. She said hello and then she said “pearl necklaces”. On seeing my puzzled face she went on to say: “the bridges, they are so beautiful at night, don’t they look like pearl necklaces?”. Since that evening, I can only think of pearl necklaces when I see a bridge lit up at night as the Queensborough bridge was on that evening. That lady had the gift of seeing beauty and art in everything and she left me so inspired.